The Prison That Crumbled

Maybe you have noticed, or maybe you haven’t, but the direction of my story has  changed so much in the last year. I had been living in a place of victimhood; I felt like I was a victim in my own story, and because I believed that narrative about myself, it really was true. After... Continue Reading →

The Secret Artist

The winds are changing as fall approaches and my heart is singing with the song I grew up believing.  When I was little, I used to wander outside for hours during the craziest rainstorms. Yes, my mother let me. Yes, I’m fine. Angsty and moody, I have always had the soul of an artist. My... Continue Reading →

White Fragility

Hi. My name is Sarah and I am white. I am from a white community. I am from a place that oftentimes fears people of color. Isn't that funny? The same people who enslaved an entire race of individuals are now scared of those exact same people. I am white and I am adopted, which... Continue Reading →

Not So Brave

“They mentioned that you aren’t very good at parking…that it makes sense you haven’t been driving a lot”, Gabe said, as we climbed out of our beat up Volkswagen. We were just getting home from the gym, only then recovering from a session of frustrated bickering. I was already on the verge of anger and... Continue Reading →

Last Night…

Disclaimer: I'm not editing this; just posting Last night, Gabe and I were in a pretty intense conversation over something mildly ridiculous but had been causing me to feel somewhat manipulated over the last few years. While we were talking, Gabe was going to put out some recycling (I honestly don't even know what he... Continue Reading →

Beautiful

It’s 6:45am and I’m up, rolling around in the soft, squishy bed, but feeling restless. I’m either too cold or too hot and I can hear the baby moaning every now and then, which leaves me wide awake. Lemon is downstairs in her den, probably waking soon. Time to get up. My plan is always... Continue Reading →

Trauma Series 7: The Final Part

Maybe if I had understood what was going on a little better, I wouldn’t have started hurting myself. Maybe if I had been told that what I was going through was scary and confusing and not my fault, I wouldn’t have blamed myself for being so messed up. But instead, I felt ashamed of my... Continue Reading →

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